A Very Seasoned Life....
22 Seasons … 22 Winter and Holiday Seasons
of Life.... Living on the streets
Entering into the Holiday and Winter Season of 2021. And the starts
of my 22ndWinter and Holiday Season OUTSIDE, living on the streets.
Forced to live in the raw brutality of being outside 24/7 from the turn
of the Century continues and the History being erased along the way.
Twenty-Two Seasons living in and through the Shadow Box of Life, of
Humanity. Seasoned and Simmered Season after endless season....
of Dashed Hopes, Empty Promises...living in the ruins of Society.
This is supposed to be the most Festive and greatest time of the year....
but living and breathing the streets for so long, I feel no excitement
about the Winter and Holiday Season currently underway.
Another Holiday Season that is Subdued... The Excitement
not lifting the air with the electric pulse as it used to and is once
again muted because of the Manufactured Pandemic and Forced Covid
Injections, along with the never-ending “Variants” while aggressively pushing
“Boosters” forcefully and continuing imposed restrictions; must receive
all the injections in order to be allowed into Life.... anywhere
and for everything. To do anything, to go anywhere;
Dining, movies, events (Concerts, Fair, Clubs, Parties, Gyms,
Gatherings of any kind),
Any place and every place where people are...
we are forced to get the Covid Injections, then required to
show Proof of Injections, Everywhere. I Refuse.
Life was already limited on the streets, now completely OFF LIMITS
for even the barest essentials. No longer allowed to live, in any
regard. Life has become unsustainable, unlivable, untenable.
It has become a stew of Hate and Contempt, that is Unforgiving,
Harsh and every word and action has to be fake, inauthentic...
and Politically Correct.
Leaving the Festive Holiday air Deflated and Muted. The
Vibrancy removed, the Festive feel no longer there.
But Holidays are just days, like all the rest.
Spent exactly like all the rest; alone, outside.
The only thing about the Season that affects me, is the weather
and Life, or the remains of what had once been a life.
When your life is cast off to the wayside like trash and debris,
and the Services that are supposed to be there, are non-existent,
Hope Shrivels and the lights Dim.... While the Echoes of Humanity
diminish further into the Peripheral abyss.
Holidays, Seasons, Birthday.... No matter the day, or time of year,
it all feels the same, regardless. But on the Holidays, finding open,
available restrooms to use and cleanup in become more of a
challenge, as well as finding food to eat when most, if not all
places are CLOSED.
Hardships remain, no matter the time of year. And being outside
24/7, makes those much more pronounced. Survival becomes
your Default mode, every moment of day and all throughout the night.
Being on high alert and not being able to let your guard down.
Life is different when it's lived Outside. Having to take everything
into account; Weather, Safety, Food, Shelter, what is open,
what is closed, restroom access and availability; plus, so much
more that consumes life in every regard.
Holidays just make that harder to complete.
The Devastating Toll living on the streets has on your body, your life,
your health and spirit.... is incomprehensible. It leaves scars that will
never heal, like permanent stains that cannot be removed.
Twenty-two Holiday Seasons, twenty-two Winter Seasons...
that is how long I have been on the streets and counting.
With untold more to follow in its wake. That is how long I have
been forced to live, or rather merely exist behind the fumes
of Humanity, on the streets, outside 24/7, without a home.
Family Traditions, visiting friends and family, food, conversation....
None of that holds when your life is on the streets. It becomes a
Tradition of ONE, no visitations (aside from Law Enforcement),
there are no friends or family or warmth... no food (Not in the
traditional sense of what Holiday Food includes...), and
conversations are usually one-sided. Mine, I share with my
notebook and pen, and the many of Nature's Beautiful
furry and feathered friends She brings my way.
But life on the streets has its own nuances.
You are surrounded in Surround Sound, every
moment, of Nature's Chorus.
22 Seasons of having my Hopes lifted, then crushed and Deflated... time
and again. 22 Seasons of living on the edge of Life, in the truest sense.
22 Seasons of being Deserted, Discarded and Forgotten about. 22 Seasons of
unanswered prayers. 22 Seasons of the Unforgiving elements and the hard,
cold ground forever awaiting my presence to resume in the space.
22 Seasons removed from my life.... Taken from me. Time that
I was denied Living in a real, substantial capacity.
Life, my life, shredded into unrecognizable shards, where
threads and particles are all that is left, where there once had
been a living, feeling human being. Now, nothing more than the
sum of what was left behind, taken by force, stolen, ruined and
destroyed. A life in tatters, from the continual
storms of the brutality of life.
Twenty-two Seasons of Living on the Streets.
Seasons of DECADES of Life without a Home.
Holidays 2021
